In 19 days I will leave my precious hounds with my friends, then kiss my kitties on their furry noggins and beg them not to make craft projects out of my carpet and drapes.
In 19 days I leave Greenville to go to Austell, GA, to my sister and BIL's house.
In 21 days I will board a plane for London (overnight flight).
In 22 days I will land in London and board another plane for Edinburgh.
In 23 days I will fly back to London from Edinburgh and spend the next 6 days there.
In one month I will be spending my last day working for the SC Department of Mental Health.
In one month and two weeks, I will be starting my first day with the Alabama Department of Mental Health and Mental Retardation.
In the 30 seconds required to post this, I've realized that if I make it to September 18th alive, it will be a bloody miracle.
The I Can't Even face. Y'all. How is it that things can go from zero to one hundred so fast when I'm not anywhere near where...
Granted, I have already published all of those books in the Proud Racer and Clobberpaws series about my dogs, but this little baby here is...
#nofilter #goodhairday Yep, that hashtag in the title means what you think it means. But that's not what I want to talk about today....